Mr. Clean Where Are You?

Calling Mr. Clean!

Oh those good old days when we only had a choice of a few cleaning products.  And one of them was my good old buddy Mr. Clean.  He was my hero as a teenager who had to clean a huge house all by myself.  He was strong and made the house smell like it was really clean.

I remember when his owner company ran a contest to give him a first name.  I entered that contest and thought for sure I had a winner.  My entry was "Maximo".  I thought it fit him perfectly because Mr. Clean did the maximum in cleaning.  But did I win....NO I DIDN'T!  The person who submitted "Veritably" so Mr. Clean was then known as Mr. Veritably Clean.  Yuk.  Mine was much better.

I know that Mr. Clean was a sexy, tanned and muscular and very bald.  It was that earring that was so attractive.  It set him apart from all of the "boys" I went to school with.  (Sorry boys!)

Then a few years later, I went to buy a new bottle of Mr. Clean and lo and behold he had whiskers and a black eye.  I never did figure that out and soon he went back to his usual self.  But over the years he went from smelling of pine to smelling of lemon.....but he still cleaned really well.  And then in latter years,  he brought out his famous Mr. Clean magic erasers and wow they were wonderful.

Through the years about a million different cleaners were brought out, manufactured by about as many makers.  Some with bleach, some without, some with the latest in antibacterials and some with oxygen built in.   And, those with antibacterials killed all of the good sewage eating bacteria when it went down the drain so that people's cesspools and sewage systems were out of whack.  Some cleaned well and some didn't.  Some bleached out the item being cleaned and some just sat there on your rag doing nothing!

So where did that leave me?  A choice of about a million cleaners or could it be a trip back to Mr. Maximo Clean...  yes it was....the cleaner of all time.  Mr. Clean will always be Maximo to me and I will call him that until eternity.  I buy his bottle with his cute picture on it......the funny thing is he didn't age in his picture but I did.  Mr. Clean you save my day....that is when I get motivated to clean...which ain't often!




Old Pictures
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5th street south from Adams....1939

Trivoli theater can be seen.

First of all was called the Vaudette, then became the Lyric and then

became the Trivoli and closed in 1954.

The building was later demolished.

Downtown Springfield,

6th Street looking north from Adams intersection.

The Strand Theater on the right, which opened in 1921 and closed in the 1960's to make way for a new bank building for the original Marine Bank.  Barkers is on the right.

A last picture of the Orpheum Theater on north 5th street, downtown Springfield 1965, right before the wrecking ball tore it down to make room for a bank.

Springfield's Eisner Store 1965

Old 1911 postcard of Springfield, looking north on fifth downtown.

Downtown Springfield

Melody Lane Record Shop

125 North 6th Street

which I think was on the west side of

north 5th, just north of Washington....and perhaps about

across the street from the old Coney Island.

Quote For The Day

A slip of the foot you may soon recover,

but a slip of the tongue you may never get over.

Yes I admit it, I was once a vegetarian.  Not a vegan as I know I've told you before, but a lover of veggies.  It didn't matter what kind of veggie, I loved it.  I made that fat burning soup made out of veggies and would eat and eat that soup, but I guess I did something wrong as it didn't really burn any fat from the body.  But the tomatoes did make my tummy burn from too much acid.

I continued to eat those veggies until I felt myself leaning.  I couldn't straighten up.  I kept leaning no matter what I did.  Then I figured it out......it was all those dang vegetables I was eating.  I was leaning toward the sun just as any vegetable will do.  I had become a vegetable.  I had to quit leaning so, I started eating meat again and quit leaning towards the sun.  The moral of this story is:  be careful when you become a large volume vegetable eater, you don't want to become a vegetable (excuse the pun).

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Say What You Mean

What did that headline/ad really say?

I can't believe some of the headlines and ads I've seen.  When I find one, I save it so I can laugh again and again.  I thought I would share some with you so that you can go into the weekend with a bit of humor. Remember laughing is the spice of life.....laughing will get you more time on this earth.  So laugh hardy or smile if your laughter is broken!

this one is for a gator fighting person I know!

$.59 x 3 = $1.77

I've seen Walmart do this same thing many times!

Some U. S. Flag History

The star is a symbol of the heavens and the divine goal to which man has aspired from time immemorial; the stripe is symbolic of the rays of light emanating from the sun.  Both themes have long been represented on the standards of nations, from the banners of the astral worshippers of ancient Egypt and Babylon to the 12 starred flag of the Spanish Conquistadors under Cortez. 

The first flags adopted by our Colonial forefathers were symbolic of their struggles with the wilderness of a new land.  Beavers, pine trees, rattlesnakes, anchors and various like insignia with mottoes such as "Hope", "Liberty", "Appeal to Heaven" or "Don't Tread on Me" were affixed to the different banners of Colonial America.

The first flag of the colonists to have any resemblance to the present Stars and Stripes was the Grand Union flag, sometimes referred to as the "Congress Colors".  It consisted of thirteen stripes, alternately red and white, representing the thirteen colonies, with a blue field in the upper left hand corner bearing the crosses of St. George and St. Andrew, signifying union with the mother country.  This banner was first flown by the ships of the Colonial Fleet in the Delaware River in December 1775.

Many Americans still believe that Betsy Ross made the first flag, although historians dispute this story.  Another disputed story is that the first Stars and Stripes displayed in the face of an armed enemy was at Fort Schuyler, August 3, 1777.  This was probably a Grand Union flag.

Continental Congress passed a resolution that established the Stars and Stripes on June 14, 1777, but did not specify the arrangement of the thirteen stars on the blue union, except to say that they should represent a new constellation.  As a consequence. we find many variety of forms.  The first Army flag, popularly known as the Betsey Ross flag, had them arranged in a circle. based on the idea that no colony should take precedence.  The first Navy Stars and Stripes had the stars arranged in staggered formation in alternate lines and row of thees and twos on a blue field.

The resolution of June 14, 1777 establishing the Stars and Stripes has an interesting history.  After the Declaration of Independence, colonial vessels were putting to sea to hamper enemy communications and prey on British commerce.  Many of them flew flags of the particular Colonies to which they belonged.  It was necessary to provide an authorized national flag under which they could sail, for England considered armed vessels without such a flag as pirate ships and hanged their crews when they captured them.  So the Marine Committee of the Second Continental Congress presented the Resolution.

General Washington, when the Star Bangled Banner was first flown by the Continental Army, is said to have described its symbolism as follows:  "We take the stars from the heaven, the red from our mother country, separating it by white stripes, thus showing that we have separated for her, and the white stripes shall go down to posterity representing liberty."

Realizing that the flag would become unwieldy with a stripe for each new state, a suggestion was made that the stripes remain thirteen in number the represent the original thirteen colonies and that a star be added to the blue field for each new State coming into the Union.  A law of April4, 1818, resulted and requires that a star be added for each new State on the 4th of July after its admission.

A 48 star flag come with admission of Arizona and New Mexico in 1912.  Alaska (admitted 1-3-59) added a 49th star on  July 4, 1959, and Hawaii (admitted  8-21-59) paved the way for the 50th star to be added on July 4, 1960.

Quote For The Day

Happiness makes up in height

for what it lacks in length.

--Robert Frost

If I could become Queen for the Year, what country would I choose as my Queendom?  Well America of course.

In my Queendom, everyone would receive a check for the year for $100,000 from the Queendom to do with whatever each person wanted.  There would be no taxes on individuals, and each person would receive free healthcare. 

I would make it a rule that each person must work only 4 days in the week, with the choice of the extra day off resting with the person and not the employer. 

I would also make it a rule that each person receive 5 pounds of rich glorious chocolate that year so that they can have a delight to munch on.  Everyone will also receive vouchers to go out to fancy restaurants each week for a free meal on the Queendom.

I suppose my reign will break the Queendom, but at least I and the residents of my Queendom will be well fed, richer than before and tax free......all for a year.....and all for the good of the people.  I bet they will think twice before granting another Queen for the Year after I'm done.

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Ten Things To Know About Me

Ten things about me huh?!

Some of you knew me as a kid but you only know me now via the internet.  And, some readers have never met me....what a loss that is!!  I'm a really sweet person who loves life and if you're my friend, I'll have your back!  (As long as you don't crap on me!)

But, there are at least ten things you should know about me to really get to know me.  So here's the list....hopefully you will know a bit more about me after you read it  (and you might be a bit more bored too).

1.  I'm a history buff.....it doesn't matter what kind of history, I just love old things and the history surrounding the item, the article, the whatever.  BUT.....I hated history when I was in high school.

2.  I love to cook.  I have taken some gourmet classes and can cook with the best of the chefs.  I especially love to bake and make desserts, but I can do a pretty fair job on any item I set out to make.

3.  I can sew up a storm.  When my kids were little, I used to make a lot of their clothes.....I even made coats and hats and once I made my nephew a three piece suit for Christmas.  In the latter years, I made dozens of doll clothes to fit 18 inch dolls.  In fact, I still have a closet left over from a mall booth I had before people started stealing me blind in that booth.....seems my doll clothes were a popular item with the thieves and especially around Christmas.  A few years ago, I won first place in the sewn doll clothes category at the Illinois State Fair.

(purple/white outfit on the right

is the State Fair winner)

4.  I've got just a few (minor????) medical conditions.  A massive heart attack resulted in 6 bypasses during open heart surgery.  I now have congestive heart failure.  I had a 3.6 cm brain tumor and went blind.  Surgery resulted in  total eye sight recovery in the right eye but not the left eye.  The dang thing is, that tumor seems to like to pop up again and even after surgery and radiation.  I had a hip replacement and need both knees replaced.  Before long, I will be boasting that I am the BIONIC WOMAN!  You should hear the bells and clangs when I go through the airport and courthouse X-ray machines...wires in the chest and in the leg.  It's almost like Dog the Bounty Hunter as the security raise their guns when I start through.

5.  I don't work.....I sit home on my butt and do as little as possible and draw a disability check.  The joys of not working.....and I don't know when I had time to work when I really did. 

6.  I write articles, blogs, posts, and stories and now am working on a novel.  I might never get the novel done but at least I'm trying.  I have written my life's story and a couple other stories about things in my life.  I really want to try to write a children's book, but haven't got started on that idea yet.  I write this blog Monday through Friday and I don't mind telling you that it is difficult sometimes coming up with different topics each day.....some get pretty boring and some articles are just crappy but, I try to keep going even when I have no creative ideas flowing through the mind.

7.  I draw portraits from photos.  A few years ago, a portrait I drew in charcoal of my grandson was hung in the art gallery at the Illinois State Fair and I received honorable mention.  I didn't win placement for a money prize but, honorable mention was an honor for me as I have no formal art training.....I just do it.  I painted a mural of a chicken yard on my kitchen wall......people don't believe I painted the chicken mural, but I really did. 

(the chicken mural on my kitchen wall)

8.   I hate to do house work and laundry.  I will wait until we either have no more socks and underwear or until I can write in the dust in the case of housework.  My mama didn't raise me to be a housekeeper....and no one ever comes to see me so why should I care.....and if they do come, they just will have to see the crud.

9.  I'm an avid gardener and love flowers.  For the past two weeks I have been out in the yard planting some new perennials.  I try to thin out my plants and move them elsewhere so that the big yard we have has plenty of flowers and plants.  I hate fighting the poison ivy that is ever present in this yard....the land used to be a forest and the poison ivy doesn't want to give up.  I made a rock garden in the back yard along with a reflecting pool which incidentally needs cleaned out at this moment....horrible job!

(a garden spot with iris)

10.  I collect dolls of all kinds.  Mostly my collection ranges from the late 1800's through the mid-1960's but I do have quite a few current day collectible Barbie dolls which have never been opened.  I took some classes to learn doll repair and do my own repair and occasionally some repair for others.   Right now I have over 500 dolls.  I did have close to 600 dolls, but decided to thin the herd, so I sold some and gave away others.

(a doll bed with some old dolls)

(dolls with coats I made....doll on the right is from mid-1950's)

I really didn't mean to take up a whole blog post with stuff about me, but I guess I did.  But now you might know a bit about me. For now, I'm going to make this a shorter post than usual and forgo most of the other subjects I usually post.

Quote For The Day

History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived,

however, if faced with courage,

need not be lived again.

--Maya Angelou

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Funniest Cartoon Character Ever

What's your most favorite cartoon character??

Watching cartoons was one of my most favorite things to do as a kid and I can truthfully say, I still like to watch the old ones.  I have some VHS tapes of some really old cartoons and I still laugh like an old hyena.

Among my top ten old time characters would be Micky Mouse, Road Runner, Daffy Duck, Elmer Fudd, Bugs Bunny, Donald Duck, Casper, Porky Pig, Fred Flintstone, Tweety Bird.

Sure there were lots of other great characters, but these just always were my most favorites.

I loved to hear Tweety Bird say "I tawt I taw a puddy tat".  And "whats up" coming out of Bug's mouth was hilarious.  Mickey's big ears and his pleasant personality won the hearts of many even though he didn't have a lot of memorable quotes. 

Who could forget "be vewy vewy quiet, I'm hunting wabbits"; Elmer Fudd's favorite and most remarkable quote. And everyone remembers Porky Pig saying "th th th th th that's all folks".  And Daffy Duck's famous words "you're despicable" made me laugh and laugh.  The Road Runner only said "Beep Beep" but it was his antics which were so funny.

What better way to start your day than to remember those wonderful Looney Tunes characters.   These were  wonderful things for a kid to grow up with and to be able to remember highlights for a lifetime.....just like I did.

Old Area Pictures

Lincoln City Hall 1912

An old ad which appeared in the Lincoln paper

advertising Henderson School shoes.

Another advertisement which appeared in a

Lincoln paper for Tarrant's Seltzer Aperient, a

tonic for headache.

Lincoln's #91 old streetcar at Lincoln's Old Chautauqua

Quote For The Day

A lifetime of happiness!

No man alive could bear it;

it would be hell on earth.

--George Bernard Shaw

Let's say you had a choice .... to be stranded on a tropical island alone or with someone you hated, which would you choose?

That is a difficult decision as I see it.  To be alone out there in the ocean and on that lonely island would probably be a horrible thing to go through.  However, choosing to be with your most hated person might be even worse as you might end up killing each other during one of your most heated arguments.

Being alone on an island means you only have one person's knowledge about survival.  But having two person's knowledge and abilities, as well as manpower, would enable you to be more creative....that is if the hated person would cooperate.

There hasn't been too many people that I can say I actually hated so much that I couldn't stand to be on a tropical island with.   I would hope that being secluded there with only one person would, at least at some point, mean a bond of some type would result and perhaps even a friendship. 

I guess my choice is to be there with the hated foe.  If I chose wrong, I suppose no one else in the world would ever know if a bond or friendship resulted, because the chances of anyone finding me and this hated person would be pretty slim.   I guess both of us would probably spend our last days on that tropical island out in the middle of nowhere either hating or loving each other.



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Prom Time

It's prom time ... be home by Midnight or else

Cinderella has arrived at the prom all in her finery.  Prom time means a lot of girls get transformed into a Cinderella of sorts.  Even an ugly duckling can become a swan with a few strokes of the make-up brush.

And as your child gets ready to leave, the ultimate warning.....be home at ????  (whatever time you set).  Some parents aren't so lenient and the curfew is as soon as the dancing is over....but some do the Cinderella curfews and a few let the young people stay out all night.

I can imagine how some of the conversations go when a daughter leaves for the night:

"Since your date has no car and no driver's license, you will not, and I repeat, will not let him drive our car!  That car is valuable and will turn into a pumpkin or will entirely disappear (remember I have the other set of keys) at Midnight so you absolutely have to be home before then.  And, I don't mean 10 after midnight either, I mean at the stroke of midnight, you must be home.

And, I want to repeat again, he absolutely cannot drive our car.  Be sure to wipe your shoes when getting into the car so that you don't get dirt on the carpet.  You will go straight to the Prom site after picking him up at his house and straight home afterwards after leaving the prom site and then dropping him off.  Don't plan on stopping to kiss or make out as I've installed cameras in the car and I will know about it.

Ok Cinderella girl, have fun at the Prom, and don't let anyone, I repeat anyone kiss you.  And don't forget the car turns into a pumpkin at midnight and don't forget I have the other set of keys and don't forget, don't let your date drive the car.

As your Cinderella ponders all of this, she might wonder if it's worth it!  And might be hurt you don't trust her.....but I'm sure we've all had these type of instructions given to us and we might have even issued similar ultimatums ourselves at one point or another.  The joys of being a parent.

Old Menard County
(taken from the History of Menard and Mason Counties 1879)

Agriculture:
The soil is adapted to agricultural pursuits in a very remarkable degree. Not only in the bottom and table lands is the black loam deep and rich, but the uplands are also equally productive. Of the 310.4 square miles, or 198,675 acres of land in the county, there were in 1878, 168,282 in cultivation, against 134,173 acres in 1870. Of this, 63,286 acres were in corn, yielding 1,875,096 bushels. The same year, 1878, there were 8,987 acres in winter wheat, yielding 125,149 bushels; 891 acres in spring wheat, yielding 6,244 bushels; 8,352 acres in oats, producing 263,666 bushels; 10, 168 acres in timothy meadow, yielding 14,542 tons of hay; 303 acres in Irish potatoes, producing 15, 620 bushels; 1,469 acres in apple orchards, yielding 56,157 bushels of apples. The acreage of grain raised in 1878 was not as large as usual, from the fact of the extreme wet weather in the early part of the season, preventing the cultivation of large amount of the flat and low bottom-land. Beside this, winter wheat has been such an uncertain crop for some years past, that little attention has been paid to it: but the yield per acre of what was sowed last year being so fine that the acreage the present year is almost double that of 1878, and the quality and yield are both much better. There are a variety of crops raised beside those named above, but those given are the most important.

The county is well supplied with the various kinds of stock, and for many years great pains have been taken to improve the quality by securing the best imported breeds. For a number of years, there was great profit in feeding cattle and hogs for the Eastern markets, and many of the cattle raised on the rich pasture-lands of "Little Menard" were shipped to European ports, and proved to be as rich and savory as the boasted beeves of the Old World. For a few years past, however, farmers have found but little profit in this department of labor, and raising cattle and hogs as a business is falling into desuetude. The price of pasture and the cost of raising corn, together with the Western competition in prices, render the cattle business very uncertain and dangerous, while the prevalence of hog-cholera for several years past, renders the business of hog-raising so dangerous that but little attention is given to it. In 1878, there were 5,961 head of cattle fatted in the county, the aggregate gross weight of which was 2,104,900 pounds. There were 1,089 milk-cows kept, from which was sold, beside the home consumption, 43,890 pounds of butter, 225 pounds of cheese, 15 gallons of cream and 2,300 gallons of milk. The same year, 18,902 hogs were fatted, the gross weight of which was 4,664,546 pounds; besides these, there were 22,495 hogs, big and little, died with cholera during the same year, the aggregate weight of which was 1,514,421 pounds. The sheep of the county yielded, in 1878, 19,689 pounds of wool. Of the horses, mules and asses in the county, we have no statistics later than 1870 that are reliable. There were then 6,840 horses and 921 mules and asses. Since that time, or six years, the attention of farmers has been turned largely to the improvement of the breed of horses. For this purpose, large sums have been expended in importing, from various portions of Europe, studs of the finest horses. The most popular breeds are, perhaps, the Norman and Clydesdale. In this short time, a marked improvement is observable in the stock all over the county.

The total valuation of farmlands, at the last census, was $7,944,895. The total farm products were estimated to be worth $2,237,505, and the livestock was valued at $1,617,389.

Quote For The Day

A woman is like a tea bag.  You never know

how strong she is until she gets in hot water.

--Eleanor Roosevelt

Do you remember the Maypole dance you did as a kid.  Do kids now days do those kind of things??

I remember on May Day, on May 1, a celebration used to be important to us kids in town.  Me and some of my friends used to make cones from old wallpaper and put flowers we plucked from our yard as well as our neighbor's yard (she didn't care).  We then took these cones of flowers around to the old people in town.  We would put the cone of flowers on the porch and ring the doorbell and run like the wind.  I think we were supposed to use baskets but we didn't have any so that was the reason we rolled the old wallpaper into cones....this idea was from my mama who loved to help us do these kind of things.

I also remember using some kind of paper streamers that we attached to an old clothes line pole and we would each take a streamer and go around and around the pole singing at the top of our lungs.  This idea was another one from my mama who said this was a May Pole.

I think the old customs have been lost.  I remember telling my kids about these things we did but I can't remember if they did them.  I'm sure they didn't carry on with these.....they live in the city where things like this aren't done for fear of something bad happening. 

I would love to see someone leave a cone of flowers on my porch.  It would mean the old custom had not been lost!

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Cows Must Be Smarter Than I Thought

When I was a kid, my dad always told me cattle were dumb but I really didn't believe they were the most stupid animal as some think.

As a kid I had cattle that I worked with and, they would come to me on a voice command.  And, I know that cattle know that they are going to be fed when they see you approach a feed trough.

I also think that cattle can sense when a person is afraid of them and some will even provoke a person and will chase people who are afraid.  Been there, done that!!

I found this article and after reading it, I truly believe that cattle must be smarter than what most think.   It was written by a veterinarian and she is the involved in her state's humane association, but it appears to be a non-slanted story.  I feel this story is really touching...too bad the ending isn't better.  Read and enjoy and think about it when you next eat veal.

http://worldtruth.tv/cow-proves-animals-love-think-act-feel/

Old History
(taken from the History of Menard and Mason Counties - 1879)

Early Manners and Customs:

The articles used in the culinary department were as few and simple as can be imagined. A "flat-oven" or skillet, a frying-pan, an iron pot or kettle, with, occasionally, a coffee-pot, completed the outfit of the best furnished kitchen. Stoves were then entirely unknown, hence all the cooking was done on the fireplace. The oven was set on a bed of glowing coals, and the frugal housewife, taking as much stiff dough of Indian meal as she could conveniently hold in both hands, and deftly tossing from hand to h and to mold it into the desired shape, tossed it into the oven, patting it with her hand to the desired thickness. About three of these "dodgers" would fill the oven, when the ready heated lid was placed on the oven, and all was covered with burning coals. As soon as the bread was done, it was taken out upon a tin platter and set on the hearth near the fire to keep warm.

Generally, the impress of the fingers of the cook were plainly visible in each "dodger." In the oven from which the bread was taken the ham or venison was then fried, and often, in the fall and winter, the grease tried out of the meat when fried was allowed to remain and in it the "lye-hominy," made also of Indian corn, was seasoned for the meal. Tho the repast was prepared, and sweeter bread or more savory meats were never eaten than was prepared on those rude fire-places. As to sweetmeats and confections, they were things entirely unknown.

Sugar was unknown save in sections of country where sugar-maple abounded; but nearly all of the early settlers had an abundance of the finest hones in their cabins the year round; for wild honey-bees were found in great numbers whenever there was timber. Sometimes wild crabs, wild grapes, and berries of various kinds were preserved in hones; but these were only opened on the most important occasions. For many years after the settlements were commenced in this section wheat bread was entirely unknown.

Quote For The Day

I don't care what is written about me,

so long as it isn't true.

--Dorothy Parker

Do you remember the old typing drill...."now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their country"???

Typing this phrase is a good way to increase your typing skills if you are a horrible typist.....me!  I make lots of errors these days....too many stiff finger mornings.....or is it a loss of brain waves, going from the brain to the fingers.  It seems that I get my pinkies on the wrong keys more often than not.....but I try to ignore those new words I'm making up.....in fact, maybe I should submit some of them to Webster from inclusion as the latest word.    The funny thing is, when I read something someone else has typed with erroneous words, I know what they mean.....is that natural??  I kind of like internet shorthand, but I don't know the standard shorthand, so I kind of make up my own. 

If I typed "let;s mewt fpr linch".....you probably know that I meant "let's meet for lunch". The Pinkies moved over keys a couple of times!  LOL

So if you want to become a better typist, practice the "come to the aid of their country" drill.....and be sure to put a period at the end.....as old Thelma E. used to say:  "if you type it right, it will completely fill in a 70 space line with the period at the end."

The drill sergeant Thelma, knew just about everything.....but she sure was nice and, wow could she teach!!

And if you get bored with the aid to the country one, do this one:  the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog".  I think it's harder.....but it might keep you from getting bored.

Fingers on the keyboard, and eyes on your paper....as Thelma would say!

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High Cost of Politics

What you read isn't always right.......

My dad might not have had the best education in the world but he was very smart.   He was brilliant in mathematics.  Many times he told me that the two conversation topics that a person never wants to enter into are.....religion and politics.  And, wow, was he ever right.

When a person starts discussing their political beliefs in my presence, it's best that I remain silent and based on what I've seen this year, so should a lot of others.  No one is perfect and especially political candidates, but these days, when it's election year, each person's choice of candidate or political party is perfect no matter what the candidate/party thinks, says, or does.

As I read some of the politically related posts or ones which contain articles which were written to exaggerate the situation, rule, law or happening on the social networks, I just about bust out laughing at some of them.  So many of the articles which are being shared have been written with a political agenda in mind.....no one checks the facts and even when someone adds a posts which completely discredits the shared post, everyone ignores the actual and correct interpretation.  Whatever has been written by the political party at the moment and in the post, is always correct, even when it isn't.   It seems to me that one political party is worse than the other when it comes to writing and posting and sharing these incorrect and exaggerated posts.  Their aim is to get the word out....even when the word is erroneous.  That to me is unfair to the American public.  I personally want to form my opinions based on something factual and not written to advance a certain political figure or party.

I'm not stating what my political party choice is these days.  If you state what party you're affiliated with,  you seem to be labelled.   There are certain geographical areas of the country which seem to be of one party and then in another part of the country, the other political party may reign. 

I may have strong beliefs, but that's my right.  Just as every person has the right to believe the content of erroneous messages written with a political slant if they want.  I would just encourage persons that in any political election year,  everything you read isn't always accurate......form your opinions on truth and not the fever of advancing a political party.  Rant over.  Sorry dad I had to use politics as the subject today!!

Old Pictures

Springfield public square

1835 - 1865

We know this as the Old State Capitol

in downtown Springfield.

A 1903 postcard showing the

Sattley Plow Works and the Post Office in Springfield, IL.

Springfield Motel

U.S. 66 North

Sheraton Inn, 3090 Stevenson Drive

Springfield

This Inn has been demolished.

Quote For The Day

I know for sure that what we dwell on

is who we become.

--Oprah Winfrey

Who has gone to the store and bought one of those ever pinching Lobsters....ALIVE!!  Well I have.....those pinchers begin to reach for your arm, your hair, and especially your nose.  Those dang lobsters have a thing for people noses.  I call them Angry Seafood!!

I think that live lobsters have the feeling that if they can just get to your nose, you won't follow through with the cooking and will throw them out.  Where in the world do these lobsters think that people in the Midwest are going to throw them?  Do they think there is an ocean around every corner.  Or, do they think the pond in the back year will do....that dinky dingy dirty pond which is about 2.5 feet deep. 

Can you imagine growing lobsters in the back yard?  And, if that nose pinching lobster thinks I'm going to buy another nose pinching lobster so that he has company in that dirty backyard pond, he's nuts......one nose pinching lobster is enough for me.

Besides,  I have a perfectly reasonable disposal for these  angry nose pinching lobsters......the cooking pot.....if they're pinching and searching for your nose, get him in the boiling pot as soon as you can....just avoid those lethal pinchers.  Once they get your nose, you will be noseless......as these angry seafood live lobsters love the taste of noses. They will pinch it off in a New York minute.....they are quick.....believe me......that's why I look a bit weirdo these days....half of my nose is gone from one of those angry seafood monsters.  Too bad they didn't get my butt.....it needed to have some pinched off.

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